Author's Note: This post is about....uh fire I guess. Take it how you will.
There's a fire burning deep in me,
No lust for hate or infectious love,
A strange fire that begins rapidly,
But can wind down when I'm melancholy,
Not survival that drives me - I'd given up hope,
Or even self-hatred, though that flame won't choke,
A strange little fire that burns hot but there's no light,
Just something there to keep me in the fight,
So while I don't know what it is,
I know this much is true,
This curious, little, flame of mine,
Will just have to do.
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